In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. “It’s your birthday today, May Day. Drink the toast, Jack. I won’t even ask. ” The conversation hung for a moment. ‘No!’ Melusine snapped as he tugged at the thing.
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